Who quits their job in a recession and moves to a cornfield in Iowa to build a little environmentally-focused pod house? While I'm sure we could have a rousing game of guess who here, I'm going to spoil the fun and reveal the answer to be Steve, who finally tired of designing and building things that other people wanted and is going to do so for himself for five months. For the writers out there, this is the architect's equivalent of holing up and writing the great American novel, except in this case it's more like a really, really, ridiculously good poem. Or a haiku. For serious, this is a teensy house:(For the curious, my request to telecommute from Iowa for part of his absence was politely denied, which is really only good news for this space as finding a roommate will involve dealing with the vagaries of Craigslist, for which I've professed my love before.)